Recently I had a dream
I took a trip in a time machine
Sitting in a director’s chair
soon surrounded by big permed hair
“Shoot the video!”,
Martha Quinn demanded
“Crank the fog machine!”,
I commanded
I saw it all in black & white
Pretty girls with horses
Desert gas stations
Raptors in slowmo flight
Heavy makeup on the boys
Sports cars, yachts, and other toys
Jump cut to working class scene
Factories gray, fields of green
Dancers dancing
Guitars screaming
So artfully done
There must be some meaning
Alas! All dreams do end
I’m awake and old again
But in that MTV-fueled haze
I remembered youthful days